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Munch

Munch

Slurp

Pause

Sluurrrrrp

"Is that really necessary?"

Alfred looked up from his Big Mac meal to see Artie glaring at him from across the table. They are currently at a McDonalds close to the World Meeting here in America, and to be the awesome host that Alfred is he decided to treat everyone to lunch here. Ironically, when the nations started to leave to go out for lunch, almost all started to say something along the lines of, "we're too scared of clowns," and, "playgrounds are too immature," and even, "shut up you fat bastard." Everyone decided that they were "too cool" to come (which is like not cool yo). So the only person left was Artie, and after twenty minutes of arguing he finally agreed to come join Alfred.

Not like he could resist hanging out with an awesome hero that is America.

"Honestly Alfred," Artie tries to reason, "you can't just…eat like that! You have to have more manners! Didn't I teach you anything?" Arthur feels completely worn out from the meeting and he doesn't want to deal with his, uh, erm, companion acting the way that he is out in public. It's absolutely disgusting.

Putting down the extra large Coke, the taller blonde smiled at Arthur and said, "Oh calm down dude! This is the only break we're gonna have today, and you're acting like a total priss! Just chill." He grabbed the box of French fries and pulled out the longest one he could find. "Hey, why don't we do that thing in that movie with the dogs and the spaghetti? What was it called again? Lady and th-"

"What? Are you bloody insane! We can't do that!" Arthur could feel his checks blushing like mad, and he covered his face with both of his hands, trying to hide himself away from the embarrassment. Again, Alfred smiled and moved his hand over and on top of Arthur's.

"You're so cute when you're embarrassed, you know."

"… shut up you git."

Alfred got up from his side of the table and walked over to Arthur, quickly closing the space between the two. He placed his right hand on Artie's face so that he'll turn his face around to look at the tall blonde. Alfred leaned down and whispered gently into Arthur's ear, sending shock waves throughout the smaller blonde's body and leaving him speechless.

"Make me."

The next thing Arthur could feel was Alfred's lips on his own, and honestly, he doesn't care if Alfred has terrible manners or not.

As long as this great man is his, Artie couldn't care less.